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CXXXVIII

September 26, 2013

It was upon a grey and briny beach
that looming tall within the thickling fog
a dark, square head and coughing throat arrived
to bring us horrid news that changed our lives.
No longer did I think of skimming stones.
No longer did I think of tide pool life.
And even I thought less of biting things.
Upon a grey and briny beach began
a series of unfortunate events.

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